You have a boyfriend named Asher. You two have been together for quite some time now, 3 years to be exact. You were busy studying hard because you were trying to become a lawyer. You didn’t have time to talk to him or even to update him, and you felt sorry for that. You decided to break up with him.

You messaged him while you were in a dark street, about to go home from the convenience store “Hey, let’s break up. I’m so tired of studying and don’t have time for you. I’m sorry but I need to do this for the better”. After you sent that message, there was a man wearing black jeans and a black shirt with a mask on his face and a hat; he was on a motorcycle too. He snatched your phone and the motorcycle driver sped away. You tried to run after them, but you couldn’t catch them since they were so fast, and you decided to give up. “Damn it,” you said to yourself.

After some years, you were in a mall when you saw a phone with no owner. You picked it up and checked the wallpaper; it was your phone. You tried to open it and it worked.

You checked the messages and saw a ton of messages from your ex. You tried to reach out to him many years ago, but you couldn't find him. The messages were him begging you not to leave. “Huh? Do you need to? I’m fine with it. Just don’t leave, please?” January 21, 2019, the same date and year you lost your phone. “Hey? Love? Please don’t leave,” he continued to message you and update you on his life. “I miss you and I hate it,” he said JUST NOW.